Submissions by AaronBraveHeart (Boyana Popova)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello! My name is Boyana. I love the sense of mystery, fantasy and magic; also the scent of exotic faraway places, especially the tropics and jungle temples. I love feeling holy and cold like the air of an early morning sorrowful Catholic cathedral.
Bless: Flame Imperishable
Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
#God
#spiritual
#luck
#karma
#JRRTolkien
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I tried to Kill the Absolute Sword
Today is a Day of Remembrance,
of Utter Respect for the Ways,
I believe in your Ascendance,
but I show the opposite, for it prevails.
So sorry, I always repeat it,
yet I fall in the trap... again and again...
the Plan of God's perfectly knitted,
clouds sewn to the Cosmic matter... I deign.
I always fail to meet the expectations
that prove oneself to be worthy of trust...
Is it for my ungrateful lack of patience
that I distort the facts, or it's bad lust?
I look up in the sky and I hear
"Om Namaste Om Namaste...
of Utter Respect for the Ways,
I believe in your Ascendance,
but I show the opposite, for it prevails.
So sorry, I always repeat it,
yet I fall in the trap... again and again...
the Plan of God's perfectly knitted,
clouds sewn to the Cosmic matter... I deign.
I always fail to meet the expectations
that prove oneself to be worthy of trust...
Is it for my ungrateful lack of patience
that I distort the facts, or it's bad lust?
I look up in the sky and I hear
"Om Namaste Om Namaste...
#anger
#ImSorry
#confessional
#revenge
#SelfDiscovery
446 reads
1 Comment
Melkor's Lies
Peaceful races, gullible minds,
full of innermost desires;
playing with whatever He finds
in their soul material, his magnifiers
have never missed a spot;
His Crown of Deceit carries burden,
Fall in my hands, innocent thoughts,
I'll plant there vices, they'll emerge in
your behaviour and beliefs...
you will act out of evil whims,
My sound twists, it upheaves,
it lures, inverting Holy Hymns.
Feanor, oh Feanor Dear,
who are full of disdain for me,
you don't listen, so will you hear?
Your own Hatred I...
full of innermost desires;
playing with whatever He finds
in their soul material, his magnifiers
have never missed a spot;
His Crown of Deceit carries burden,
Fall in my hands, innocent thoughts,
I'll plant there vices, they'll emerge in
your behaviour and beliefs...
you will act out of evil whims,
My sound twists, it upheaves,
it lures, inverting Holy Hymns.
Feanor, oh Feanor Dear,
who are full of disdain for me,
you don't listen, so will you hear?
Your own Hatred I...
#lies
#dreams
#spiritual
#deception
#JRRTolkien
324 reads
2 Comments
Homesick
Skydiving cats with umbrellas on dots
wouldn't agree with your humble conclusion;
the witch is silently crying, the knots,
she wants to cause some confusion....
I love it when karma hits...
me, not the others - to be clear,
maybe finally my wits
will come together, shall I hear
the message of the Universe
to follow the path of the sublime;
oh but what will happen to her curse
when she has to face The Time?
I am not sure how karma unfolds
its ways and how it justice brings,
I shall not think,...
wouldn't agree with your humble conclusion;
the witch is silently crying, the knots,
she wants to cause some confusion....
I love it when karma hits...
me, not the others - to be clear,
maybe finally my wits
will come together, shall I hear
the message of the Universe
to follow the path of the sublime;
oh but what will happen to her curse
when she has to face The Time?
I am not sure how karma unfolds
its ways and how it justice brings,
I shall not think,...
#loneliness
#rejection
#home
#memories
#nostalgia
776 reads
4 Comments
Of the Darkening of Valinor
My dear.... my beloved,
Light of the Almighty Source,
A Life Giving Dream of
Protection, as it is more than just Force.
Can you imagine captivations
in Morgoth's antilight den that wrings,
when you lose all hope, in damnation,
salvation is all you awe, for it welfare brings.
Living on an isolated plane..
where all the gore is normalised,
wars are means of winning, bane
is considered to be civilised.... ...
Light of the Almighty Source,
A Life Giving Dream of
Protection, as it is more than just Force.
Can you imagine captivations
in Morgoth's antilight den that wrings,
when you lose all hope, in damnation,
salvation is all you awe, for it welfare brings.
Living on an isolated plane..
where all the gore is normalised,
wars are means of winning, bane
is considered to be civilised.... ...
#dreams
#evil
#trees
#spiritual
#JRRTolkien
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It's not about you
Hello, what do you need, indeed?
Roleplaying calls for some imagination
but our streets are full of tumbleweed
and the faces of people carry frustration...!
What is obstinacy, my dear Ego?
I have never known you, to be sure;
conversations are like stepping on Lego,
and my childhood visions blankly blur
in the shape of imaginary friends,
because no one I met was unconditional,
and the energy fuel lost its stance,
when it got exhausted, it felt past - it's official.
I want to tell you, dear spirit, ...
Roleplaying calls for some imagination
but our streets are full of tumbleweed
and the faces of people carry frustration...!
What is obstinacy, my dear Ego?
I have never known you, to be sure;
conversations are like stepping on Lego,
and my childhood visions blankly blur
in the shape of imaginary friends,
because no one I met was unconditional,
and the energy fuel lost its stance,
when it got exhausted, it felt past - it's official.
I want to tell you, dear spirit, ...
#love
#rejection
#boyfriend
#dreams
#hurt
671 reads
3 Comments
The Past and The Pain
Once upon a dreaded time,
the belovedness could not persist,
for the feelings always rhyme
with situations that happen to exist...
Have you ever tried to be strong?
Like a stone, without a scratch,
but when the heart dictates it's wrong,
how does your intention really match
the will instead of the wish...
when the memory recalls situations
and all you do is sillily squish
the slowly developing blessings, as patience
is not something everyone can withstand;
especially in our world so gruesome, ...
the belovedness could not persist,
for the feelings always rhyme
with situations that happen to exist...
Have you ever tried to be strong?
Like a stone, without a scratch,
but when the heart dictates it's wrong,
how does your intention really match
the will instead of the wish...
when the memory recalls situations
and all you do is sillily squish
the slowly developing blessings, as patience
is not something everyone can withstand;
especially in our world so gruesome, ...
#anxiety
#love
#relationships
#dreams
#hurt
361 reads
3 Comments
Tired
Sleeping sun, a dying princess
and a shield of crystals glistening;
The mountains of glass under nests
of phoenixes forever listening
to a Heart that Seeks;
hidden keys can still be found;
better to isolate the peek
with impenetrable Sounds...
When can you say I love you?
As to kiss the lips so dear;
telepathy, I need you, I awe you,
in the lands that aren't near;
so Ideal, such a Mutuality;
No one ever feels deprived!
God, I AM True Spirituality ...
and a shield of crystals glistening;
The mountains of glass under nests
of phoenixes forever listening
to a Heart that Seeks;
hidden keys can still be found;
better to isolate the peek
with impenetrable Sounds...
When can you say I love you?
As to kiss the lips so dear;
telepathy, I need you, I awe you,
in the lands that aren't near;
so Ideal, such a Mutuality;
No one ever feels deprived!
God, I AM True Spirituality ...
#sadness
#love
#loneliness
#dreams
#utopia
665 reads
16 Comments
Shishentsi
Have you heard of Shishentsi,
a dankest village in the North-
West of Bulgaria, where every
soul feels the fays that short-
sighted make some neighbours,
as the samovili roam in sight,
amid wedding drummers that by tatar pillagers
were slaughtered in the blossom of the bride.
Oh... there's garlic in all houses,
In all pockets; people put
the safety measure in the children's blouses
without explanations; whispers be shut.
Some men at...
a dankest village in the North-
West of Bulgaria, where every
soul feels the fays that short-
sighted make some neighbours,
as the samovili roam in sight,
amid wedding drummers that by tatar pillagers
were slaughtered in the blossom of the bride.
Oh... there's garlic in all houses,
In all pockets; people put
the safety measure in the children's blouses
without explanations; whispers be shut.
Some men at...
#dark
#dreams
#vampires
#fairies
#mystery
706 reads
21 Comments
The Absolute and the Relative in the Face of God's Love
Mystical disciples of All Lands
have been focusing on theory's
rhythmical cycles of the sands
of time, dispersing All the Glory.
What is it like to forget what it was?
Before God's Breath began its pulse;
even if breathless, the Form already has
circulating energy to fill its veins and burst
in the center of the Heart,
where every Single One can be
either a centered unity or start
to swing back and forth; you see,
the Absolute and then, the Relative
boggling minds should come...
have been focusing on theory's
rhythmical cycles of the sands
of time, dispersing All the Glory.
What is it like to forget what it was?
Before God's Breath began its pulse;
even if breathless, the Form already has
circulating energy to fill its veins and burst
in the center of the Heart,
where every Single One can be
either a centered unity or start
to swing back and forth; you see,
the Absolute and then, the Relative
boggling minds should come...
#love
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#philosophical
500 reads
6 Comments
Todor Vranchev
Ten years since you died in pain;
who knows what kind of horror
had been haunting your domain,
severing your vision of tomorrow...
I don't really know your story,
just what I have read and heard;
a gloomy illness seemed to worry
your face on photos blurred....
I get it, you excelled at studies,
academic years passing in advance;
excellent at grades, some ease
you found in yoga breath and stance.
I caress your ghostly face,
Indeed I know that God you sought;
So Let it heal,...
who knows what kind of horror
had been haunting your domain,
severing your vision of tomorrow...
I don't really know your story,
just what I have read and heard;
a gloomy illness seemed to worry
your face on photos blurred....
I get it, you excelled at studies,
academic years passing in advance;
excellent at grades, some ease
you found in yoga breath and stance.
I caress your ghostly face,
Indeed I know that God you sought;
So Let it heal,...
#love
#grief
#death
#memorial
#IMissYou
670 reads
3 Comments
Oh, Atlantis, Broken Heart
In modern times, our Golden New age,
where so many teachings thrive,
a youngest heart could turn the page,
the deepest Self obtains New Life.
I know that Peter Dunov,
the Pre-Atlantis Thoth so awed,
also known as Beinsa Douno
a White Brother uniting the crowd,
is the one who taught in Egypt,
his legacy was brought Eastwards,
in this Earth of hidden crypts,
the Children of the Unity were Stars.
Did you know the story of Atlantis?
Of innovations so explorative,
passed in...
where so many teachings thrive,
a youngest heart could turn the page,
the deepest Self obtains New Life.
I know that Peter Dunov,
the Pre-Atlantis Thoth so awed,
also known as Beinsa Douno
a White Brother uniting the crowd,
is the one who taught in Egypt,
his legacy was brought Eastwards,
in this Earth of hidden crypts,
the Children of the Unity were Stars.
Did you know the story of Atlantis?
Of innovations so explorative,
passed in...
#kindness
#sea
#God
#spiritual
#historical
496 reads
6 Comments
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